Bosch: Boo on the not so much rain. I'll burn up an offering to the rain gods for ya, as I've realized, through packing, the sheer amount of crap we have. Do you think some yellow yarn, pairless socks, and a leather fanny pack will appease them? If not, I can do a naked rain dance.
Gorn: Seriously, when this move is over, we need to lay waste to the many lands of Azeroth.
PtS: Bummer about the flood. Too bad there wasn't a way to divert it over to Boschi's field instead of your house.
I don't really know what a burrito is
Really? No taquerias in Belfast? That's intriguing. Reminds me of a trip Mrs. Foo and I took to LA . . . I had never been downtown before, so we took a touristy bus ride through the city. Our driver was Latino, and he kept calling us amigos, to the point where this little Australian girl sitting behind us asked her mom what an amigo was (spanish for friend). Just goes to show you the cultural divide. Anyways . . .
Topic: Thursday is chill. I booked our moving company for next Saturday. Even as the boxes and the crap gets hauled away, it hasn't hit me yet that it's acutally happening. We're still trying to clear out some space at the in-laws; we're moving into the master suite, and my mother-in-law is a certified pack rat, so you can imagine the work we've got cut out for us. I swear, everything she owns has sentimental value. I'm afraid that I'm going to find a jar of Mrs. Foo's teeth tucked away somewhere.
Some friends are coming over for a last hurrah tomorrow. It'll be nice to remenisce, seeing as they are the ones who helped us move/paint/tile/flagstone the backyard. Lots of good memories there. I moved around a lot as a kid, and I never really considered the houses we lived in "home," but I think that's what this place was, my true home. It's sad to say goodbye to the spots on the carpet where the pets vomitted, the crack in the Pergo floor where I smashed that bottle of Goldslagger because I was angry at something I can't remember, Friday DVR nights with beer and pizza, the framed poster of Moulin Rouge that always looks crooked . . . *sighs*. But I'm looking forward to the next chapter, whatever it'll bring (I was promised a new Mac once we've set up shop. Mrs. Foo's got her eye on a Wii).
My mom's turning the big 50 this weekend, so we're going to visit. My parents are karaoke whores, so for her birthday we got her a wireless karaoke set with 2,000 songs and two mics, perfect for when they decide to serenade each other in the middle of the night. Should be fun.
On a very side note, I mentioned before the whole business of straightening my hair. Well, I splurged, and three weeks later, not a frizz in sight. Seriously, my hair is so straight it's about the only heterosexual thing about me. Don't have to blow dry it, or nothing. Just shiny shiny soft goodness. The only downside is I kinda look like Severus Snape from the Harry Potter movies.
Okay, I done rambling. Happy Thursday!
You sure he's not your type?
) I'm sure my time will come. 
